Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1887-01-21
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PEpnI.ss PETH MAKES A REVELATION.
If Warren's parents felt any great
yeNation. they did not evince il by
prise and pain had vanished from their
features.
''Sit in here. Helen" said Mrs. Stu
art. 1--WE are going to have evening
prayer"
Helen, who was quick TO perceive the
change in the features of her employ
ers, knew they were displcaSed, and
was in the act of going to the kitchen.
Warren, knowing that he had done no
wrong. sat down upon the old-faSh-
toned sofa, his whole soul aroused to
rebellion against his parents, He
possessed aproud. sensitive nature, and
the very fact that his parents bad-neg-
lected Helen Lakeman, and allowed
her to walk alone through the dark for
est TO church. vexed and ANNOYED him.
But his mother spoke kindly to her.
and he was somewhat Modified
While NJ. Blaze was reading a chap
ter from the Bible, he watched the face
of Helen. so beautiful, so sweet and
earnest. There was heavenly piety
in it, which seemed to place halo Of
holy light about those golden curls.
She was opposite him, and as she knelt
in prayer he could but observe her.
The PRAYER of Mr.. Blaze was earnest
and warm, but Warren heard very lit
tie of it. When the amen was pro-
nounced and all arose TO their feet,
Helen retired to her small room in the
rear of the kitchen.
Warren could not sleep that night.
Many others have been in like condi-
ton. A person may find sleep with
the toothache, with a broken limb or
when suffering the most intense phys
zeal pain, but whoever went to sleep
when harrassed and annoyed with the
doubts, fear and hopes of love, until
completely worn out. This new emo
ton had burst upon Warren SO sud-
denly that he was almost overwhelmed.
After tossing about upon his bed for
sometime, in his vain effort to WOO the
drowsy god, he arose and crept softly
down the stairway He went out into
the moonlight, aud his eyes involunta-
rily turned toward the rear kitchen
where was the small apartment which
was Helcu's sleeping room. He walked
down the wooded road, now 50 dear To
him by the recent walk from church;
he sat down beneath Il large oak tree
and strove to cool his heated brain.
This was the weakest of follicS. ho
knew; but then we are weak creatures.
After finding it impossible to restore
tie eQuanimity of his mind, he re-
turned to the house. Now the dear old
farmhouse seemed doubly dear.
''Why am SO agitated, SO annoyed
to-night?n he asked himself.
Had the question been asked Warren
Stuart Are you in love with this
hired girl P" he would undoubtedly
have answered NO" though he was
willing to admit that she was beautiful.
good us an angel, and possessed the
most lovcable qualities of any person
| he had ever met. Yet there was GER
tain pride in his nature, which revoltcd
at the idea of his marrying hired girl.
This pride was not dead, and would
have to be overcome before he could
be induced to propose marriage TO
Helen but it was numbcd and might
be worn down by any sudden torrent of
feeling.
He returned to the house and crept
softly up to his room. Though he slept
but little that night, he was less rest
less than before he took his moonlight
walk.
The next morning he was feeling
| dull and heavy. His brothers had long
been up, and were feeding and curry
| inc their horses, while their breakfast
was preparing. The minister and his
wife were going to Newton that morn
| ing and Warren was the person selected
to take them.
Il guess if yer goin' to town to-day
I'll jist go long to take the train for
Chicago" said Peddler Pete; Eye see
my stocks runnin' low, an ! had bet
ter rcplenish jist little"
The preacher and his wife sat on
| the rear seat. Pete, having asked pardon
and got the permission to light his pipe,
was enjoying a smoke during the morn
ing ride.
| The road to Newton was through a
rich farming country. Sandy Fork
was the most fertile portion of the
State. On this delightful spring morn
ing every thing seemed fresh and lovely.
The whistle of the plow-boy and songs
of the birds made the air melodious.
The fields, lately plowed, were black in
the richness Of their soil, the winter
wheat and oats made them look like
green canvas paintings. No picture
could express the loveliness of the
morning, for here nearly all the senses
were permitted TO drink in the glories
of natures loneliness.
This Is grand mornin',' said Pete,
who possessed pot little poetry in his
soul, yet without the ability to express
it. This is lovely mornin'. Do ye
know. Warren, what it minds me OFF,
NO" said Warren, whose mind had
been occupied ever since they started.
The minister and his wife were talking
and paying no attention to the men in
| the front seat. Pete noticed this, and
leaning forward said, in low tone ::
A certain little gal what works in a
gentleman's kitchen to get Twin for
herself an crippled brother" The
shrewd peddler winked and fixed his
eyes on Warren.
To BE CONTINUED.